I feel most comfortable in flip flops and a Wonder Woman Tee
I feel comfortable when you are looking directly at me
I feel triumphant when I sing falsetto soprano in the right key
I feel illuminated when you do unnecessary things for me and to me and with me
And I have so much trouble trying to explain in words and phrases what you mean
I can only think of antonyms and metaphors and similes
You’re like morning dew and oxygen and every other cliche thing
that I now comprehend and didn’t used to have a meaning
I feel most comfortable in jeans and bangle earrings
I feel comfortable when you have your arms around me
I feel ecstatic when my drawings look like the real thing
I feel exuberant when you listen to the stupid shit I think
And I have so much trouble believing that how you feel is true
I can only express my sentiment in rhymes that are loose
You’re like candy canes and paper hearts and every other fantasy
that I now want to demonstrate openly and for all to see…

Its sickening.